Archive for May, 2007

The Cheating Scale (Part I)

Friday, May 18th, 2007

cheat: To violate rules deliberately, as in a game.

I would prefer even to fail with honor than to win by cheating.

– Sophocles

No, we don’t cheat. And even if we did, I’d never tell you.

– Tommy Lasorda

If you ain’t cheating, you ain’t trying.

– Sports cliché

Needless to say, there are a lot of opinions on what cheating is comprised of. Because there are so many ways to cheat, it’s hard to paint them all with the same brush. At what point does tugging on an opposing player’s jersey differ from using performance-enhancing substances? Canon Fodder is going to attempt to illustrate the various levels of cheating in the next couple of posts. With your help we will continue to adjust and rearrange this list to more closely reflect all the ways some play outside the rules of our favorite sports.

We’ll begin with the lesser offenses and move towards more heinous forms of cheating. Today we’ll examine the gray areas and our next post will wrap up our list.

Without further ado, here is Canon Fodder’s Cheating Scale.

Home Field Advantage – Although everyone has to play on the same field, not all fields play the same. Knowing the quirks of your home venue is hardly cheating, but when the field is altered to the home team’s benefit, the line between advantage and cheating becomes a little blurry.

Baseball groundskeepers are often unsung heroes for their organizations. Have a speedy, bunt-happy team? Tell the groundskeeper to grade the first and third baselines toward fair territory. Bunts will likely stay fair rather than roll foul. Are your infielders a tad slow? Allow the infield grass to grow a bit higher and take some of the zip off those screaming grounders.

Some home field advantages are purely psychological in nature. The University of Iowa painted their visiting locker room pink. NHL teams visiting Joe Louis Arena had to contend with a bench three feet shorter than the home team’s. Though these examples might not be cheating per se, they are obvious efforts to hand an advantage to the home team.

The Reputable – Sometimes certain players rather than teams enjoy an advantage over opponents. Too often we see officials in key situations give star athletes the benefit of a doubt and important, game-changing calls.

How many times have we seen a batter begin trotting to first base after a close pitch before the umpire has made a call? (Interestingly, many credit baseball legend Ted Williams for pioneering this tactic. When the Splendid Splinter started his march to first, he was daring the umpire to contradict him.)

Reputation helps players get the benefit of non-calls too. “Physical” receivers such as Michael Irvin made a career out of pushing off defenders. The same play that would likely attract a flag for offensive pass interference for a rookie wideout is considered gritty play for veteran players. Here’s a link to the “greatest receiver ever” and Irvin clearly interferes with the defender. (Keep an eye on Irvin’s left, non-catching arm during the slow motion replay around 1:04 of the clip.) [youtube]http://youtube.com/watch?v=RXmFM5awYzI[/youtube]

“Air” Jordan was known for his amazingly graceful dunks but nobody – especially the guys with the whistles and the ugly shirts – seemed to notice Jordan’s penchant for taking an extra step before many of those massive jumps. Apparently traveling rules don’t apply to his Airness. Here’s a link to a Jordan dunk compilation. (Though there’s no denying the athleticism at work, one can clearly see the occasional extra step being conveniently missed by officials.) [youtube]http://youtube.com/watch?v=lgoHPdjIWVI[/youtube]

Fudgers – This type of cheating occurs when players make “honest” mistakes. If someone notices the infraction, the player in question can say, “Honest, I thought I made the play.”

Between phantom tags and framing pitches, baseball has its fair share of rule-benders. You’ll never get a shortstop to admit they’ve missed touching second base on a 4-6-3 double play. Catchers “frame” pitches to make it seem as if their pitcher was right on the money. On more than one occasion I’ve witnessed a player trap a ball but act as if it were a clean catch. A good fudger “sells” the play as routine.

Hockey boasts some of the worst fudgers around – goalies. The men with the big pads have a tendency to scoot out of the crease when the puck is lost underneath them for fear it’s across the goal line. If the ref doesn’t see the puck sitting on the wrong side of the line, there’s still an opportunity to sneak the biscuit out of the goal.

A common football fudging occurs when a running back is dragged to the ground and then places the ball a foot or two further than where he was tackled. Wide receivers regularly run accidental “picks” to prevent defenders from covering the intended target on a pass play. “Oh, did I knock you off your coverage? Oops.”

Whiners – These players are becoming more prevalent in our favorite sports these days. It seems as if a player fails to perform a specific task, a foul must have been committed against them. The whiners look to implicate anyone but themselves when things don’t break the way they want.

NFL receivers are notorious for dropping balls and then pleading for a referee’s attention. Conspicuously empty hands can be expected to pantomime the throwing of a flag before the errant ball has even come to a rest on the turf.

Goaltenders spend a great deal of time lobbying for everything from goaltender interference to the offending goal scoring because of a high stick. When the goal lamp is lit, you’re just as likely to see a goaltender turn and plead his case to the closest ref as you are to see him hang his head in disappointment.

Gentlemen’s Violations – In the world of sports, certain illegal behaviors are winked at rather than outright labeled as cheating. The action in question is against the rules of the respective game, but just about every player commits the offense. Getting away with the infraction becomes the game within the game. For the most part, these are crimes of opportunity.

The NBA has always outlawed hand checking but anyone watching or playing the game knows it goes on up and down the court. Players certainly don’t complain about it because it’s a part of the overall playing style.

Hooking and interference are illegal acts in hockey but if an NHL defenseman doesn’t learn to subtly master the art and properly impede opponents, they’ll find themselves quickly out of a job. The same can be said for offensive linemen in the NFL.

Baseball players work in unison to violate the rules in a gentlemanly way. From catchers conveniently scuffing the ball to aid their battery mates to a runner on base stealing signs and relaying them to the batter, there is a rich history stretching back more than a century of measures and counter-measures to combat these violations. It’s much akin to the espionage of the Cold War; there’s a battle being waged though on the surface, everything seems to be calm and tranquil.

Divers – Few players are as frustrating to compete against as divers. They’re known for flopping and flailing in an attempt to draw a call and gain an advantage for their team. A seasoned diver can embellish the slightest contact to seem as if a career-ending injury might have taken place, then moments later to come back fit as a fiddle to sink the dagger in an opposing team.

Dominic Hasek of the Detroit Red Wings has taken goalie flopping to absurd heights and Sidney “Kid” Crosby of the Penguins is trying to shake his reputation as a diver. (Unfortunately, his talent level means he’ll always draw attention from opponents and referees so Crosby will always be suspected being taken down a bit too easily.)

No group of athletes has mastered the art of diving quite like the tall men of the NBA. Need points? Send Kobe down the lane. This year alone he took 768 freebie shots from the charity stripe. The tactic of choice seems to be to wildly careen into the paint, throw up an uncontrolled shot, bellow audibly and wait for the call from the ref. The NBA…it’s FAN-tastic!

So there’s the minor half of Canon Fodder’s Cheating Scale. Regardless of where you draw the line on cheating, each of these instances is a little more serious than the previous. The really hardcore stuff will be in tomorrow’s post.

Take what we’ve got so far and digest it a bit. Did I miss something? Are these out of order? Let me know at jeff@canon-fodder.com. Once we have a comprehensive list we’ll be able to debate where our favorite players rank historically.

Quick Hitters

Friday, May 4th, 2007

Western Conference eighth seed Golden State Warriors toppled the top seed Dallas Mavericks in six games.
What’s more disappointing for league MVP Dirk Nowitzki at this point: getting bounced in the first round or actually winning the MVP and the avalanche of criticism that’s about to follow for disappearing in the playoffs?

Much-heralded Tim Lincecum is rumored to be making his major league debut on Sunday night for the San Francisco Giants.
4-0, 0.29 ERA, 46 strikeouts, 11 walks in 31 innings. That’s Lincecum’s stat line with the Triple-A Fresno Grizzlies. Between his nasty “stuff” and his deceptive delivery, there are a lot of expectations riding on Lincecum. My fantasy team is giddy with anticipation of his arrival. Here’s a look at his unorthodox delivery. Note how the hitters seem to have no clue where the ball is coming from. http://youtube.com/watch?v=3DeC8PSgm6M.

Brady Quinn’s precipitous fall in the first round of the NFL Draft last Saturday might have deprived his bank account of nearly $20 million.
Nobody was more disappointed than Brady’s girlfriend. The poor guy is falling like a stone through the draft ranks, losing bonus money with each declining pick all-the-while on two national networks and his better-half looked like she was ready to flee the building. Here’s a link: http://youtube.com/watch?v=2V5pIBJW8j4.

Twelve fans were arrested at Talladega Superspeedway on Sunday for disorderly conduct during a NASCAR race. The president of the racetrack has requested the dozen fans be banned from all NASCAR events for throwing objects on the track.
A mix of folks from Alabama, Georgia, North Carolina and Florida could be banned from all NASCAR events? Why not just go and takeaway cheap beer and incest to completely douse their will to live?

Despite the heroics of goalie Roberto Luongo, the Vancouver Canucks were knocked out of the playoffs by the Anaheim Ducks.
A save percentage of .941 wasn’t enough to keep the Canucks in the playoffs? In their seven playoff losses (five of which were by a single goal), Vancouver managed a grand total of six goals. So how is this any different from when Luongo suffered between the pipes for the Panthers?

Golf Digest released a list of the top golfers from the world of sports (other than golf, of course).
Dallas Stars Mike Modano and Marty Turco rank 47 and 121 respectively. Luckily their first round ouster from the playoffs will allow them more opportunity to work on climbing the rankings for their favorite pastime.

The New York Yankees are about to become the first MLB team in history to use 10 different starters through 30 games.
As an unabashed Yankee-hater, watching phenom Phil Hughes tweak his hammy in the midst of a no-hitter tickled my sense of Schadenfreude. The idea of nearly $200 million in payroll floundering at the bottom of the standings makes me feel warm inside. The Yankee solution? Whack the “performance enhancement” coach. Sit back and enjoy folks, we’ve got all summer to watch the wheels come off this bus.

(Of course, the Yankee front office will counter by outspending every other team between now and the trade deadline to reinsert themselves into the playoff race and ruin another summer for baseball fans with any semblance of a soul.)

Randy Moss is a New England Patriot.
This deal was six months too late in the making. When the Pats were something like $7 million under the cap and in desperate need of a weapon to compliment Tom Brady, the Raiders were openly shopping Randy Moss for fifty cents on the dollar. Considering how close the Pats-Colts battle was in January, does anyone think Moss might have had an impact on that game? Me neither. Better late than never, I guess.

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The Business

Thursday, May 3rd, 2007

Attending a baseball game – any game whether minor league or MLB – is fun. Pleasant weather. A few barley pops. Friends or family. It all adds up to a wonderful time at your favorite ballpark. Some might even call such a day “perfect”.

But there are ways to improve on a seemingly perfect day.

It all starts with game selection. In this case, the game was a weekday afternoon affair – a business man’s special – between the hometown Tigers and the Baltimore Orioles. There’s just something right about bailing out of work early and spending an afternoon in the sun. Anything you might enjoy is made multiple times better when you realize you could be sitting in your office or wallowing in cubicle purgatory. And nothing guarantees a toast from friends quite like the statement, “Hey, this sure beats sitting at work.” Hoorahs all around.

The second ingredient is the right crowd. I love my wife but an afternoon of playing hooky isn’t the same as a twilight game with the family. Throw in a couple friends or coworkers and you’ve got an unexpected party just waiting to happen. You’re supposed to be at work, but you’re with friends and having a good time. It’s as if you’re getting away with something. Let the good times roll.

The final piece of our uncomplicated puzzle is often the hardest to acquire: a free ride. A buddy of mine who shall remain nameless so as to protect his status as golden goose (you’re safe with me, Larry) has access to a corporate account to entertain clients. In the event a client can’t attend a given event (such as a baseball game in the middle of the workday), I’m occasionally called upon to see these funds are used in the way corporate America intended. Long story short, we’re drinking beer and gorging ourselves on the company nickel. And I can’t even tell you what my buddy sells. (I love the world of big business and corporate responsibility.)

So we’re skipping work, we’re with friends and the tab is covered. That’s a recipe for destruction. Sign me up.

I showed up to the office intent on working. A few phone calls to vendors and a company meeting later, I was staring at the clock and counting the minutes until it was time to hit the door. 11:00 finally graced my clock and I was on the run.

My coconspirators for this odyssey were the previously mentioned Larry (still attempting to hold onto his “The Guy” status) and afternoon game newbie Rob. Larry’s your typical soulless sales puke. Rob, on the other hand, is anything but typical. Imagine what those guys from Jackass will be like in their forties. Then remove most of their common sense and all their financial ambition and you’ll have an idea of Rob’s makeup. Between Larry’s drinking in an effort to grasp a bit of his stolen youth and Rob indulging because it’s free and he just doesn’t know any better, you can be assured I was in the care of responsible human beings.

(Bare in mind, I’m attempting to keep things light and friendly while I’m jotting in my notepad. To say my friends were less than cooperative is an understatement.)

11:56 – Touchdown in downtown Detroit. We’re in Larry’s ridiculously huge “I’m compensating for something” pickup truck that’s too tall to park in our favorite underground garage. $15 parking within 30 yards of a bar and 50 yards of the stadium? No thanks. Larry’s uncomfortable with his manhood so we’ll park three blocks away and pay $20.

11:57 – Good grief there are a lot of women going to the game today. For years, the best of the local “talent” could be found at Red Wings games. Then the Pistons came back into favor and the ladies relocated accordingly. Unfortunately, hockey and basketball are primarily played through the winter months and Detroit winters are particularly brutal. Getting “dressed up” for these events means wearing the heavy parka. This isn’t the case with baseball. The recent resurgence of the Tigers wasn’t just a godsend for the local baseball community, it’s given the lovely ladies a reason to dust off their favorite summer gear. On this particular day, girls were bringing their “A”-game. It’s just one more reason to love baseball.

12:08 – We were finally settled in Chelie’s Chili, a local favorite owned by Detroit Red Wing defenseman Chris Chelios. It was crowded but in a good way, ideal for people watching. The bar staff rated an A for suggestive clothing and overall appeal. I’m told they can even serve beer but frankly they earned their tips without even acknowledging the patrons they’re supposed to be servicing. An already good day was just getting better.

12:15 – One of Larry’s coworkers was in the area and wanted to meet. “He’ll have an open tab,” Larry said. Unfortunately, this guy wanted to meet at a different bar. The pull of free beer was too much to resist. We left in search of another watering hole.

12:24 – “Fifth Avenue closed last year,” an attendant told us. The bar Larry’s buddy was supposedly sitting in didn’t even exist. Instead of sitting in Utopia, we were lost in the abyss.

12:31 – The Beer Hall is a bar within Comerica Park. Beer prices are on par with those throughout the park (which is to say, very expensive). The food is likewise. Add lethargic (and woefully unattractive) service to the mix along with a room completely devoid of any “talent” and you’ve got my top choice for pregame drinking. On the bright side, I wasn’t paying for the beer and I could have been at work so I really had no reason to complain.

1:00 – Wings, chips and salsa and beers; life could be worse. Hey, did you know they’re playing a ballgame today?

1:30 – We were still waiting for the tab. There’s nothing like service at the ballpark.

2:30 – 2-1 Orioles. I’ve just polished off a cheese and salsa nacho platter. Time for another beer and a bratwurst.

2:50 – Looking around the bleachers, it quickly became apparent the “talent” was to be found in the better (more expensive) areas of the park. Describing the bleacher creatures as “poor, huddled masses” was being generous.

??? – I had totally lost track of time. Fans were attempting to heckle Orioles outfielder Nick Markakis. The guys in front of us guessed his name was “Juan” or something. He’s of German and Greek ancestry. Does “Markakis” sound even slightly Hispanic in origin? Heckling is a dying art form.

(Later in the evening, I was enjoying another game on my too-often-viewed MLB Extra Innings and at one point the crowd in Cleveland had thinned enough for the mics to pick up the heckling of individual fans. The best quip came when Blue Jay’s outfielder Adam Lind was at the plate and a fan yelled, “I saw your dad on Hollywood Squares.” (Obviously this was a reference to Paul Lynde but it was good nonetheless. Even the Cleveland announcers had to chuckle.)

(As much as I hate explaining jokes, I’ll throw you a bone on this one as me and maybe one of Canon Fodder’s three readers found the humor in this. Here’s Lynde’s bio: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Lynde. If you read it and still don’t get the heckler’s point, well… forget it.)

3:30 – Time to hit the gates and beat the rush home. The Tigers were leading headed into the ninth. Though I’m not a fan of doing games Dodger-style (show up late and leave early), weekday games are the exception. I can get a pass from the wife so long as I’m home at the normal time as if I stayed at the office all day.

3:45 – Traffic. Luckily I spent my college years commuting downtown to school and learned more than a few alternate routes out of the city. Larry and Rob were treated to some of Detroit’s finer neighborhoods which is to say we entered areas where stoplights are merely suggestions.

3:54 – The checkup call from the wife. “Are you guys stopping for beers on the way home?” No way was I passing up an opportunity like that. If the wife gives an inch, take it and run.

4:13 – One last round. All-in-all, a great way to spend an afternoon. Larry put it best as we toasted and downed the last of our beers, “It’s better than being at work.”

Just nine more business man’s specials to go.

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